Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.